Book Highlight: Lia Riley's SIDESWIPED

Talia Stolfi has seen more than her share of loss in her twenty-one years. But then fate brought her Bran Lockhart, and her dark world was suddenly and spectacularly illuminated. So if being with Bran means leaving her colorless NorCal life for rugged and wild Australia, then that’s what she’ll do. But as much as Talia longs to give herself over completely to a new beginning, the fears of her past are still lurking in the shadows.

Bran Lockhart knows that living without the beautiful girl who stole his heart will be torment, so he’ll take whatever time with her he can. But even though she has packed up her life in California and is back in his arms for the time being, she can’t stay forever. And the remaining time they have together is ticking by way too fast. Though fate seems determined to tear them apart, they won’t give up without a fight—because while time may have limits, their love is infinite . . .

I complete another tour around the baggage carousel and recheck the
time. Hobart International Airport needs to review its name. The last overseas
flights were canceled years ago.

The wall clock taunts me. Surely more than three minutes have elapsed
since the last time I checked. The distant engine drone cuts through the
terminal chatter, growing steadily louder. My scalp prickles. God, I despise
air travel. Only a few more minutes and she’ll be safe on the ground, here in
Tasmania, crossing the tarmac. Breath bottles in my chest. I rub my palms on my
jeans and pull down my hat.

Talia.

A thousand images strike my brain like sudden lightning. Her sexy
lips quirking when she’s privately amused or ragging on me. Those bright eyes
and wild hand gesticulations. The way my whole body simultaneously revs and
calms from her touch.

A typical bogan, red-faced and outfitted in a faded rugby shirt,
jostles against me beside the arrival door. He fails to subdue the supersize
rose bouquet exploding out of his beefy arms. “How ya goin’, mate?” he asks
with a proud shrug, proceeding to mistake my aggravation for polite interest.
“Got to treat the missus right, ’ey?”

I avoid humoring this blokey conversation by giving a curt nod.

Shit.

Talia isn’t expecting flowers, is she?

The thought never occurred to me. I yank a retractable pen from my
back pocket and click the button.

Tick, tick, tick.

The bogan peers through the lifeless blooms; his thick lips frown
in my direction.

Tick, tick, tick.

Never understood the big attraction in giving a girl dead blossoms
as a symbol of affection.

Tick, tick, tick.

The bogan grumbles under his breath and moves away.

I can’t help irritating dudes like him. It’s a gift.

Outside the terminal, a thunderous engine roar signals touchdown.
The din dials to a high whining hum as the plane taxis. It’s been two months
since I flew halfway around the world and begged Talia for a second chance.
Despite everything, a miracle happened. She took my dumb ass back. I wondered
if she’d wise up, reconsider. Moving to Australia is a big deal. Takes effort,
commitment. Would have been easy to back out.

Will she ever know—truly grasp—that I died a little every day
waiting for her?

The first passengers trickle in, becoming a flood. I dismiss the
unknown faces.

You don’t matter.

Don’t care about you either.

Or you, love. Shuffle along.

The crowd shifts.

There.

Familiar copper eyes lock with mine and doubt evaporates. In three
steps—four if you count me sidestepping the human rosebush—Talia is in my arms.

“Hey, you,” she whispers.

I spin her around and the whole world blurs like a piece of
abstract art, our lips the only concrete entities. She tastes exactly the
same—warm, salty, with a hint of mint. This is a kiss of victory. Talia and I,
we pulled off an impossible stunt.

Lia Riley writes offbeat New Adult Romance. After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, she scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling XXXX with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about as-of-yet unwritten books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. She and her family live in Northern California.